The Last Night

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Sherlock and John wants to get some time for themselves, other than chasing criminals and murders around the streets of London. But alas, The Criminals of London have much better ideas. Will they be able to see each other again? or not? This story has two endings, a violent one and a funny one. If you want the funny one, please visit my profile.

1. Chapter 1

It was a pleasant night. The sky was smooth and shiny and it stretched above the world. In London, a bit far away in a deserted alley, two people, who were known to be the famous Sherlock Holmes and his faithful collegue, (now) lover, were walking side by side, holding hands. The alley had a deserted and eerie feel to it but it was completely avoided by the duo. Both of them were full of each other's minds, that they wouldn't have cared for anything in the world other than each other's presence. They were quiet, not talking anything, but just enjoying each other's presence after a good romantic dinner at Angelo's. These were one of the nights were both of them were free from any case or any emergency call from John's hospital and they just wanted to utilize it. They had nothing to worry about, no criminals, no murders, no ambulance. Just the two of them in the alley. John expected Sherlock to avoid the walk, claiming to say it is useless and return to baker street. Surprisingly, Sherlock had been very patient and quiet. Also, he seems to be quite enjoying himself.

'So, John, what do you think about the sky?' Sherlock suddenly asked.

'Oh! now you want to learn about the solar system and the universe' John teased.

'Nonsense' Sherlock said, but he had a good-natured smile on his face, which made John laugh adorably.

And suddenly Sherlock stopped. He turned to face the slightly older man, and he carefully took in all the details. Even though lines had been forming on John's face, he was absolutely attractive.

Sherlock turned towards John and gently took his other hand and guided both of his arms and kept them on his shoulder. The height difference had caused John to stretch his arms a little more, causing his shirt to run up a bit, revealing a streak of tanned skin. Sherlock smiled and then lifted both of his arms and gently placed them on John's waist, holding his waist and lifting him slightly from the ground to make up the height difference. And they kissed gently.

Just then a sound disturbed them. Sherlock set John gently down and looked around. John patted his pocket to feel his gun, which he carried everywhere. They moved quietly along the walls and waited. They heard the sound again, but this time the sound was dangerously close. Both of them turned to look back, and only got a glimpse of a man before everything went blank.